"I told you before, and I tell you again, Mr. Darrel, that I cannot become your wife," she said, with some heat.
"Why not?" asked the man, stolidly.
Mildred grew exasperated. "Because I don't love you."
"Love may come after marriage."
"I prefer it to come before," she declared. "I won't marry you."
"Yes, you will," said Darrel, closing his obstinate mouth; "your brother was in favour of the match."
"At one time, but not lately."
"I know, and I can't understand why he changed."
"Whether he changed or not doesn't matter," said Miss Starth, sharply; "the thing is out of the question."
"No, it isn't. I've made up my mind to marry you, and marry you I shall."